Chapter 290 - Everything happens for a reason - mdtres
Arnold
"Don't worry about that, let's do a good job. You'll see when we finish this, where you sit."
We arrived at the club, and as soon as I walked in, Arinka looked at me, and I knew she had something to tell me. I signaled her, and she brought a beer, sat on my lap, and handed me a note.
"The owner of the kids' club is here, room three hundred."
"That's why I love you. Go find Franka," I told her.
"We're just getting started, it's going to cost you double."
"I'll pay whatever for your ass."
In the car, I had my bulletproof vest and Kevin's stored there too. We entered the room, and I put on the isolator.
"Now then. Describe him to me."
"Six feet tall, blonde, greasy build. He wears four rings on his right hand."
"Thanks, Arinka."
"What are we going to do, Arnold?" I handed her my keys.
"Bring the suits, we're going to take a son of a bitch for a ride." Kevin left, the girls made themselves comfortable and turned on the TV. "Can I borrow your phone?" I called Rino.
"Yes?"
"Listen to me, Alfredo."
"Arnold?"
"Contact the agents at our disposal in Russia, tell them to wait at the airport and have everything ready to get who-knows-how-many kids out to Colombia." There was car noise. "Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be watching my Little Frog?"
"Look, I'm not in the mood for your complaints today! This babysitting job for an eighteen-year-old brat has me fed up, plus your kids are so demanding, always eating, and it's me who has to go out at all hours to get them the craziest things in the world."
"Do you know how hard it was in Germany to find a place to buy Mexican Mole? It took me an hour to get back home." I smiled, I owe Rino a huge favor.
"My kids' cravings aren't what's really bothering you, right?"
"I'm not talking about that now. But once I deliver your wife's craving, I have to go find a brat who's out partying. Just what I needed! And nothing better happen to her, or Rasca culo will leave me without an heir."
"Patricia is a sweetheart."
"If you talk to her, remind her of that. She's made me her personal chauffeur. I'll get on your request now. Should I call you at this number?"
"No, I'll call you in an hour. Take care of my wife."
Kevin came back, then went into the bathroom to put on his suit, and then I did the same. I took out the tracker and left it on the nightstand, looking at Arinka.
"Guard this with your life." Kevin did the same. This part of the club was for exclusive clients. "Close the door and don't open it for anyone but us."
They nodded, and we put on the hoods. When we put them on, everything we see is automatically recorded at the headquarters. We left our devices under the hoods; Kevin not only brought the suits, he also came armed.
We stealthily entered room three hundred, and there was the man described by Arinka, enjoying himself with two women. Without thinking, I gently moved the girls aside and pulled the guy off the bed by his hair.
Our voices can be distorted if we want by manipulating the suit with the watch that Rata added. He was a tech wizard.
"We need to take a ride."
We took him out of the private rooms naked and got to the private parking lot. We put the guy in the car, and Kevin threw his clothes and belongings at him. The guy started to get dressed.
"Who are you?"
"Can you talk?"
Hearing Rata's voice on the suit's device made me happy. I nodded, and he must have seen the affirmative on the monitor.
"Everyone's coming to the headquarters now, we got back from the operation in Turkey last night. I'm glad to know you're still with us, Rino called me a few minutes ago. We'll talk later, now continue with what you're doing."
Kevin sat in the driver's seat while I pointed the gun at the guy from the passenger seat.
"We need to talk to you at your club, be with your people, we need to talk to you."
It was a risky plan, but my brothers are watching now, they will help me.
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Roland
Rata urgently summoned us to the headquarters. I was showing Gustavo what my kids had done, and he was smiling. Those little rascals are my kids. I'm still amazed by my son Dante's intelligence and how good a team player Enrique turned out to be.
As soon as we got the call, we dropped everything and ran to the headquarters. The others arrived seconds later. Rata's face showed relief as we looked at the monitors; the screens for Arnold's and Kevin's suits were on.
"Report?" Each of us took our positions in front of our computers.
"Rino called to say that Arnold had contacted him from a cell phone that I’ve already started tracking. He asked for help from the agents working for Any’s agency in Russia. He requested that they wait for a few hours and have a plane ready to take several children to Colombia," I took charge.
"Rata, get an image of the guy. I want to know everything as soon as possible. Rasca culo, get him the people he needs and provide support. Send him their location and protect them from a distance."
"Right away."
"Cebolla, find that transport to get an unknown number of children out."
"Yes, sir."
"Cereza, contact Cooper. I need to know who to trust. Everything we need to know about who to use at any given moment."
"Understood."
"Churrusco, you might need to modify numerous passports and documents. For now, track what they've seen and erase the evidence."
"Yes, sir."
"Son of a bitch!"
Rata shouted. He sent the information to the big screen, and we saw the history of the scum Arnold had in his power. He was a pimp, a child molester, running a child prostitution ring. A strange sensation ran through my body. The voice I heard in that chapel the day I had my experience with the angel came back to me.
"For a reason, God needs you."
My men were waiting for my reaction. I closed my eyes. Verónica was the means. Why did she blind herself and ruin my operation? And that voice spoke again, "She was the means to call you." My hands trembled.
"Roland, are you okay?"
"If Verónica hadn't arrived with all the women to ruin the operation, what we're seeing and the possibility of saving them wouldn't have existed." I looked at each of them. "Only one thing would have made me stop that operation, and without a doubt, it was my wife." I felt warmth in my chest. "Let's get those kids out of there. Pass the location information. Rata, put me on audio with Arnold and Kevin."
"Yes, sir."
"Mojón, Lobo." By calling them by their nicknames, I let them know we're with them on the mission.
"Sir."
"I'm glad to hear you. We can communicate through this now. We’ll give you the address of that scumbag you're dealing with. Get those kids out, Mojón. Give an incredible meaning to not having your wife by your side."
"Thank you, sir."
"I'll let you do your job. We’re all working. Lobo."
"Sir?"
"Welcome."
"Thank you, sir."
Everything has a reason and a purpose. If this is what you need from me, Lord, here we are. We were watching a movie. The truth is, now that we're on the other side, though I emphasize, we've never sunk to the depths of depravity we saw through Arnold's and Kevin's cameras.
A very beautiful house, really a mansion filled with luxury, but inside, the worst depravities that a human can commit were taking place. I have children and a large number of nephews, but seeing eight-year-olds...
Kevin and Arnold had taken down about ten security guards, and the damn pedophiles were being gagged with tape and had their mouths covered. As they found them, they tied them up, so there was a long line of naked men and some in boxers.
I can imagine what Arnold is thinking. From his actions, I can see he's quite outraged. The scumbag owner of that hellhole was left tied up in the car trunk. They silenced their weapons and began taking down anyone they encountered.